A surprisingly good xmas
Dec. 25th, 2012 10:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylLeast stressful Christmas Day for some time, thanks in part to my general present amnesty. A few people failed to take me at my word — or, in my mother's case, had bought me something before I made my announcement — so I got a few unexpected bits and pieces including: a import of The Best of Kim Stanley Robinson from my parents; a desk calendar from my uncle; and Aaron Copland's What to Listen for in Music from one of my aunts.
At lunchtime, my sister pushed off to work and the kids distributed themselves to various grandparents, with my oldest nephew staying with us. After a couple of goes at the original version of Half-Life, a game that pre-dates the boy and hasn't aged badly at all, we went to down lunch. My nephew's manners were astonishingly good, his whole behaviour was light years better than last year, and a good time was had by all.
Once the nephew had been sent off home and the more mobile of us had been on our usual Christmas Day walk around the park, we polished off Monday's cryptic crossword, answered a couple of sections of the Guardian quiz — we gave up at the style section, which was clearly completely beyond us — and, felling tired and ill, I went to an early bed.
At lunchtime, my sister pushed off to work and the kids distributed themselves to various grandparents, with my oldest nephew staying with us. After a couple of goes at the original version of Half-Life, a game that pre-dates the boy and hasn't aged badly at all, we went to down lunch. My nephew's manners were astonishingly good, his whole behaviour was light years better than last year, and a good time was had by all.
Once the nephew had been sent off home and the more mobile of us had been on our usual Christmas Day walk around the park, we polished off Monday's cryptic crossword, answered a couple of sections of the Guardian quiz — we gave up at the style section, which was clearly completely beyond us — and, felling tired and ill, I went to an early bed.
